#19 Attack on the Pitch [EVENT]

Kaspian's nerves felt like they were being dragged raw over an electric fence, and they'd been in that state of background shock the last few hours. It was Valentine's Day for bloody sake! Wasn't this supposed to to be a day of celebrating romantic love, friendship and admiration? Instead, he was brewing dangerous potions, shielding himself from bursting cauldrons and witnessing one of the most wildest explosions. What ever happened to heart-shaped candy and card exchanges?

It all happened so fast. He'd leapt from his table and made a dash for the windows, his eyes widening at the blur of chaos, flashes of fire and rain of debris. Kaspian felt helpless, like he should've done something, but was at a loss as to what. His instincts encouraged him to calm the others, but before he knew it he was being instructed to head into the madness. Him? He wanted to refuse. He had exams soon, and more than that, he had a bright future. He was only fifteen..

But, as a Ravenclaw prefect, Kettles obliged. His feet carried him from the commotion of the castle to the collapse of the Quidditch pitch. It was a terrible sight, one he never thought he'd see in his lifetime. He'd just flown the pitch not too long ago basking in Ravenclaw's victory -- and now? The stands were broken, house banners in tatters and the grass scorched. He shielded his eyes from the magic as he approached his Head of House, his throat thick with heavy emotion.

"How can we help, Professor Rivera?" It was an honest question, one Kaspian had been trying to answer the moment his presence was requested. He was a prefect, but his magic was limited. He knew hardly a fraction of the spells Rickard, Hathmore and all the adults knew.

He exhaled, a shuddering thing drawn from him in time with the racing, thumping heartbeat he couldn't currently control. Kaspian had to calm down. Measuring his breath in counts of ten, he focused on the Walnut wand in his sweaty palm. He could distract himself, or else ask a friend to help distract him? But there were none of those around. None that he could identify at least.